Dear Anxiety

February 10, 2018

Dear Anxiety

Why have you strung me up so high

With my nerves at their end, hands and feet tied?

People tell me all the time

To just relax, and believe me, I've tried

You make me concerned with getting it all done

Got to be spectacular and impress everyone

Feel like a failure when I see the setting sun

And there's still a pile and ten miles left to run

My stomach's in knots and sometimes I can't eat

My thoughts go on forever and sometimes I can't sleep

I'm self-destructive and I harbor defeat

Fall to pieces on the floor with the smallest critique

I've been brought up to crave the closest thing to perfection

Follow all my dreams and go in my own direction

All with the least amount of failure and rejection

It's no wonder I have trouble living up to that projection

I want to be a go with the flow, happy go lucky type

The kind that doesn't even try and somehow gets it right

But you’ve made me someone who holds on way too tight

Until their knuckles turn white

And their passion ignites

Burning up right through their soul

I don't know any other way

Anxiety, you make me

Whole

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